I dont normally talk to non-muslimsInfidel: You mean infidelsHe was testing my boundaries. I did not want to think of him as an infidel.Me: Yes, infid...ls. I want to see a picture of your face.Infidel: I will if you answer one question. Did you like seeing my dick?Me: Yes. Was it really that hard from just seeing my picture?Infidel: You were so daring to send me that picture. Most muslim girls would not but you are different. You are special. My dick just wanted to explode. You are an amazing. Her hips were around the 38 inch mark, hence the girdle to keep them under control, but now her underwear had been surrendered her generous creamy bottom cheeks were free to judder in the most delightful fashion. Jason played with her arse for a few minutes, audaciously stroking and kneading the fleshy nates, gently easing her bottom cheeks apart to explore her warm cleft with his fingers. Annabell gasped with a mixture of shame and indignation, furious with herself for allowing such a. “Yes?” she said and waited her face open and inscrutable.He felt wretched, guilty, a fool.“Er,” he faltered, “About last night...”“Yes?” she said again, and again she waited.“Look, I’m sorry. I got so wound up by what Ozzy said and then the others backed him up, saying you loved me and were conning me by making yourself indispensable to get back with me, and I got so angry...”“I do love you but I’m not conning you. So what do you want, David?”“I wish I could take all that stuff I said last. I dozed again for a bit.Our supper was served horribly early, at five o'clock. I had reconstituted minestrone soup which had definitely come out of a catering pack, something that looked vaguely like gammon with a piece of tinned pineapple on top, served with watery mashed potato and tinned marrowfat peas, and stewed fruit and custard for pud. I scoffed the lot. At least there was a cup of tea brought round afterwards.Evening visiting hours were from six until eight; Julie and the twins were.